Cannon Fodder Counterattack: BOSS, you follow me

Chapter 208
On the way to climb the mountain, Qingyuan walked forward slowly with his body bent and ax on his back.But Lan Ling had already arrived at the destination, sitting on the branch bored, playing with her fox tail.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she saw a corner of the blue-gray monk's robe.After waiting for a while, he saw Qingyuan's body.

"Hey!" Lan Ling unceremoniously threw a small stone at him, "It's so slow, the sun is almost setting."

Qingyuan "hummed" twice, pursing his lips as if he was a little emotional, but he still quickened his pace.

He finally arrived in front of Lan Ling, put down his backpack, panting: "Can I compare with you? You flew over with a swipe of magic power, and I have to walk over step by step... Huh~"

"Ouch!" Qingyuan covered his head, staring at Lan Ling with big eyes with some grievances.

Lan Ling gave him another chestnut, shaking the tail in his hand: "Don't make excuses for yourself, hurry up and chop wood, we still need it."

After speaking, she jumped onto the original tree again, and sat in a comfortable position in the same place.

Qingyuan had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and chop the hard bamboo with an ax.

Lan Ling suppressed her laughter on the tree, and said from time to time: "Why, are you out of strength?" "Aren't you a monk? Can't you just have such a little strength?"...

Every time Qingyuan teases Qingyuan, he seems to use some more strength to prove that he is really powerful.

Sudden……

"Hey--", a sharp arrow with a cold light shot straight at the big tree that Lan Ling was leaning on, and her few strands of hair were entangled in the sharp arrow, just a little bit, and it hit the target Between eyebrows.

Lan Ling looked pale, and flew down from the tree to protect Qingyuan behind her.

"Who! Come out!" Her hands had bloody nails, and she made a defensive posture.

"Hmph, a little vixen who is only more than 300 years old dares to behave like this." Two demon catchers in Taoist robes came out of the grass.

Lan Ling yelled badly in her heart.These two middle-aged people's Taoism is far above hers, their coercion is exuded, and cold sweat has begun to break out faintly on Lan Ling's forehead.

Qingyuan also reacted at this time, and quickly walked in front of Lan Ling, clasped his hands together and saluted them:

"The two benefactors are merciful. This little fox is a predestined object in our temple, and the abbot master has also admitted it."

The two monster catchers frowned when they heard the word "abbot". After they looked at each other, they saluted the monster catchers:
"Then... little master, offended."

"The benefactor, walk slowly."

The two monster catchers glanced at Lan Ling subtly, and quickly went down the mountain.

Only then did Lan Ling relax her vigilance, patted her chest and panted.

Qingyuan hurried forward and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Lan Ling adjusted her breathing, feeling that the coercion of the monster catcher had indeed disappeared, and then said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm fine."

Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she hurriedly pushed Qingyuan away: "Be careful——"

"Hey!" A sharp arrow hit Lan Ling's shoulder fiercely, and her crescent-white clothes were instantly stained with blood.

"How could this be?" Qingyuan looked at the injured Lan Ling in disbelief, at a loss.

"Hmph! As a monk, you actually hang out with monsters. Today we catch monsters and do justice for the heavens!"

(End of this chapter)